THE SIN LORDS GET HUNTED

Morning light breaks through the open curtains of the room casting an illuminating ray of sunshine across Libidine’s face. She gets up with a groan, examining her surroundings she finds she has woken up in a room unlike the one she entered the night before. She throws her covers off, inadvertently tossing aside a hairy gnome on the floor onto some other guests. They roll around with murmurs but none are too disturbed to rise. Stepping carefully over a litter of bodies and creatures she reaches for the blinds and closes them for her frivolous friends. She rubs her temples before gathering her attire and making her way to the door.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Probably for the best I can’t remember anything.”

Past the wee hours of the morning the tavern is full of scattering patrons going on about their day, tending to chores and routines. Libidine spots Invidia and Desidia enjoying a course of breakfast at a table. Pulling herself a seat she sits beside them, stealing a piece of bread from Invidia’s plate and rubbing Desidia’s head between his little horns. He munches his toast joyfully.

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“Good morning, beautiful. Quite early for you isn’t it?”

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Good morning, love. Nothing like a headache to get you up and going. It’s a pounding in my head, and not the good kind.”

Invidia cocks her head and gives her a quizzical look.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“If I could fuck the sun into submission everyday would be night for the sun would fear to rise in my presence.”

DRUID, DESIDIA
“Everyday night? I could sleep forever then! Can I help you fuck the sun Libi?”

BARD, LIBIDINE
“But of course, dear. I’ll need all the help I can get. Seems like you two got up not too recently then. Where are the others?”

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“Gula and Avar are gathering supplies. Supe’ and Iras are out back interrogating our guy from last night. Supe’ wouldn’t let me help. Said I’d break him again.”

Invidia pouts over her food, her appetite nearly ruined from the thought of being excluded from the fun.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Well it seems the boys have business settled. Shall we embark on a spree of our own shopping?”

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“As long as we stop by the smith. I need some new weapons. Wait, do we have money for shopping?”

Libidine tosses a coin purse in her hand with a grin.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Nabbed a little… contribution from my friends the other night. Come now, maybe we’ll find a salt rock for you to chew on for the journey, Desi.”

Libidine heads for the door, throwing a few coppers on the table. Invidia plunges the remainder of a chicken leg in her mouth before following. Desidia jumps from his chair and bounds after them, eyes wide at the prospect of a new chew toy.

Just outside the tavern, Superbia and Iras have tied up the Rally thug to a hitching post. Iras tosses a bucket of cold water into his face, waking him with a startle. The Rally thug gasps for air and wrestles with his restraints, unable to wipe the water from his face. Superbia stands over him, arms folded across his breastplate.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Good morning, sunshine. We got a couple questions for you. Now, you can answer them and we might let you go or we can let your new friend from last night do the asking. First off, who are you Rally Dogs?”

THUG #1
“As if I’d tell you Devils anything!”

He spits at the feet of Superbia. Superbia raises an eyebrow and gives a look to Iras who prepares another bucket of water. The thug gasps for air and spits more water. Superbia grabs him by the hair and pulls the thug’s face to his own.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Before we get violent I’ll ask one more time. Please understand I am being considerate. I’d hate to have to buy a mule to carry your corpse or have my fighter carry around more deadweight. One more time, who are The Rally Dogs and where is your boss?”

THUG #1
“You’ll have to do better than that.”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“If you insist. Have it your way.”

Superbia drops the thug’s head, turns around and paces a few steps back. He gazes at the morning sky, taking in the beauty of the day before turning about his heels and slugging the thug across his temples. Iras shoots a couple of curious onlookers a warning glance who then hurry about their day not wanting to interfere.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Where. Is. Your boss?”

The thug throws his back back, blood trickling down the side of face. In between heavy breathes he replies.

THUG #1
“Even if I told you it’s not like you could get to him.”

Superbia rubs his wrist in anticipation.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Try me.”

THUG #1
“You’ll be walking into a wolf’s den. Literally. No one who has ever crossed him lived to tell about it. You guys are lucky enough to have made it this far.”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“Come on, mate. What are you protecting him for? It’s not like he even knows some low life thug like you, let alone even cares about what happens to you. Look, even your friends left you to us last night.”

THUG #1
“They’ll have returned to base by now telling the boss about you guys. How you stole from him. Beat up his employees. Ha, he’s probably already sent people looking for you.”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“That makes our job easier then. Unfortunately, that makes you useless to us and I do hate—”

He stops mid speech as Iras splashes the thug once more with water. Superbia stares at him with irritation.

WARLOCK, IRAS
“What? He was reaching for a weapon.”

Before Superbia could berate him, Libidine, Invidia, and Desidia poke around the corner greeting their comrades.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“How’s the interrogation?”

Superbia opens his mouth to answer before Libidine cuts him off.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Actually, I don’t care. We’re going shopping. Byeeeee!”

She struts off twirling her coin purse. Desidia chases after her and grabs her hand. Invidia sticks her tongue out to the thug before catching up. Superbia shouts after them.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Don’t be too long. We depart two tolls before midday. Rendezvous with us at the city gates.”

He sighs to himself, rubbing the back of his head.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Cursed Father, what am I going to do with these children? Iras, I’m going to secure a mule to help transport our new load. He may be of some use to us yet. Don’t break him too much while I’m gone.”

Iras gives him a salute. When Superbia turns his back to them Iras flashes the thug a devilish grin. Kneeling next to the thug, Iras drags the edge of a dagger across the thug’s cheek.

WARLOCK, IRAS
“Did you know: the average humanoid body has seventy nine organs, but only five are considered vital? How many of them do you think you can go without?”

THUG #1
“Gods, no. Please! Please come back. I’ll talk! Don’t leave me with this mon—AAAAAAHH!”

Screams are heard across the town’s main square. Birds flutter away from the sound. The townspeople whisper in hushed tones to each other, discussing the origins of such a noise.

Some time passes. Five of the seven Sin Lords are gathered at the gateway out of the city. Invidia, Libidine, and Desidia are admiring their hauls from the shopping spree. Invidia got herself a dual set of iron flails, swinging them about absent of caution. Libidine tunes a newly acquired lute while Desidia sits upon her shoulders sucking on his new treat, a cold salt rock. Avaritias and Gula are counting out the provisions into appropriate distribution.

They spot Iras and Superbia a ways off, leading a donkey with a saddled thug. His hands are bound, skin pale, and cheeks sunken. His eyes carry a sullenness devoid of light or life. Iras’ hands hold the back of his head, a smile stretched across his face in satisfaction.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“By the gods, what happened to him?”

Iras tosses Libidine a sack moistened in a thick, dark liquid. She opens the sack to examine its contents and immediately drops it in fear.

WARLOCK, IRAS
“Thirteen.”

Iras replies with a smirk, stealing a portion of his rations from Gula.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Let us make haste. Our coffers are beginning to run low, what with the procurement of the provisions, you three’s shopping spree, and the unfortunate visit to a healer due to Iras’... medical practices.”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“I told you we could’ve sold his tonsils.”

WIZARD, GULA
“Did you harvest his organs? First off, it is HIGHLY illegal to trade body parts in this town, not even Rob would condone such actions from us. Without the appropriate practitioner or necromancer to make use of such parts you’d have a hard time finding a buyer. Second, you removed his tonsil knowing it wouldn’t be of much worth to any one, let alone him.”

Avaritias examines the contents of the bag with reservation before tossing it over a shoulder in disinterest. Desidia drops from Libidine’s shoulders to chase after the bag.

ROGUE, AVARITIAS
“Even I know a kidney or two would sell pretty well. I guess Supe’ told you to keep him alive.”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“Precisely. Although, I am getting - Desi, put that down - I am getting better. If he wasn’t beaten and starved overnight I might’ve gotten more.”

While no one’s looking, Desidia stuffs the bag into his pockets.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Let us move on before we draw more attention to ourselves and exhaust the king’s graces. We’ll head back to the village we kidnapped the prince from and ask the inn keep questions next.”

ROGUE, AVARITIAS
“Why bring the walking cadaver?”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“I believe he has yet to prove his full worth to us.”

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Can’t wait to catch up with old friends. I sure hope that the butcher's okay, Gula seemed to enjoy his food quite a bit.”

She pokes Gula with a teasing finger. Gula shudders at the thought of what she was referring to.

The gang depart on their next mission, another captive in tow, and prepare for the worst.

A few days of travel pass without complication. Upon returning to the outskirts of the village, the villagers are seen running in horror. Some hide in fields, behind trees, or retreat back into their huts.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Seems we’re quite famous in these parts.”

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“I don’t get it. We haven’t done anything yet.”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“I think they’re afraid of what we’re going to do. I don’t blame them, I don’t even know what we’re going to do and I’m afraid.”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“We’re here to ask some questions and get a lead.”

He shoots a look across the rest of his party.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“We’re NOT going to cause these people anymore trouble. Our business is not with them.”

As they approach the inn they catch sight of a few villagers dozing about at the front door. One of them raises their head just enough to catch a glimpse of the tieflings below the brim of their hat. Startled by them, the villager stumbles getting up and rushes into the inn. The others get up in a defensive stance before backing away slowly and running around the building.

ROGUE, AVARITIAS
“I don’t like the look of this.”

WIZARD, GULA
“Seems our arrival was within their expectations. Surely, danger lies ahead.”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“All the better. Our search won’t be hard as they will come to us. Everyone is to stay outside, Libidine, with me. I may need your tongue.”

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Ah! I thought you’d never ask.”

She trots after him, blowing a kiss back to the rest of her party, some of whom shudder at the innuendo that went over Superbia’s head.

Inside the tavern sit a few farmers. Some of them are cast, bandaged, and splinted. Spotting the ones responsible for bestowing such injuries, they jump and hobble from their seats, less than eager to engage in a second bout. The bartender catches sight of them and reaches for the powder cannon stored below the bar.

BARTENDER
“We knew you’d be back, Devils. We don’t want no more trouble from the—”

Libidine throws her hands up in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Neither are we, dear. We’re just here for some questions.”

The butcher peeks an eye around the corner, as the other is covered in a patch. Libidine throws a wink and a cheeky smile towards him, who retreats just as quickly. The bartender loosens his grip on the powder cannon and eyes them with caution.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Unfortunately, we are here, again, by order of the King. Last time I had told you your side business was of no concern to us. This time it is. I like to think of myself as a Devil of my word. So long as you answer our questions I see no reason to involve or indict you of previous charges I personally ignored.”

BARTENDER
“You got nothing on me, first of all. The drugs weren’t even mine. I’s just holding on to them for a friend. You can’t associate me with anything!”

Libidine pulls a seat out and rests her head against her hand, arm bent on the bar. She fingers the rim of a mug with the other hand.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“The ledger our friend lifted from you would prove otherwise. I would sure hate to have to turn it over to the King and his investigators. I know how much paper work bores him. He’ll probably just take our word over some smut peddling barkeep and toss you in jail. Foreclose your establishment and imprison your family for the hell of it.”

Sweat begins to bead on the bartender’s face. He steps back a few paces and shakes in place, voice quivering the same as his body.

BARTENDER
“Ok, ok. You got me. Just… ask me what you want and get out of here. You just being here is a bad omen.”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“We want to know who your friend is and where we can find them.”

BARTENDER (Nervously)
“I don’t know. If I told you I’d be in a heap of trouble with them.”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“And if you don’t you’ll be in trouble with us. And you’ve seen what we can do— in reservation.”

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. At least we won’t kill you.”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“If my memory serves, I remember you saying something about some ‘Rally Dogs’.”

BARTENDER
“Look, they got eyes and ears everywhere. And, yeah, you stole some of their product that I was holding on to. They probably know you're here already.”

FIGHTER, INVIDIA (From outside)
“Guys!”

As Libidine and Superbia enter the tavern the rest of the tieflings pace about in boredom. Iras pokes the donkey in an attempt to induce a kicking response. Avaritias flips a single gold coin in his hands. Gula and Invidia inspect the thug on the donkey’s back. Desidia watches the tree lines, nibbling on his rock.

WIZARD, GULA
“So did you kill him? Is that why you and Superbia had to visit a healer?”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“Well, he didn’t die. He was just dying. Quite slowly, in fact. I couldn’t stop the bleeding before Supe’ got back and he got scared.”

Invidia pokes the thug with a stick. No reaction. The thug just stares blankly into the ground, drool spilling from his lips. His mouth moves slowly as if he were saying something but whatever it is is indistinguishable.

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“He sure looks dead. You always liked playing with dead people, Iras, why didn’t you just become a necromancer?”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“Daddy wouldn’t let me. Said something about how necromancy is a ‘dead-end’ job and how it’d bring shame to the family or something. Besides, none of us are specialized in healing. We got a couple of healing spells between us but someone has to have some emergency medical experience.”

ROGUE, AVARITIAS
“And how well is that going, doctor?”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“Have you heard any complaints from my patient?”

The thug continues to mouth empty words.

WARLOCK, IRAS
“I didn’t think so.”

DRUID, DESIDIA (Mumbling)
“Mmhegy.”

WIZARD, GULA
“I’ve read a couple health books and spells but never bothered to commit them in memory. The anatomy of creatures changes far less often over the ages than the arcane practices.”

Desidia pulls the rock from his mouth and points into the woods.

DRUID, DESIDIA
“Doggies.”

Disengaging from the banter between the boys, she crouches beside Desidia.

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“What do you see, buddy?”

DRUID, DESIDIA
“Doggies!”

Invidia places a hand over her eyes and focuses her vision to the tree line. She catches a glimpse of a couple snarling hounds. Prowling just on the edge of the trees, mouths dripping with saliva. Invidia brandishes her flails and stands in preparation.

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“Guys!”

Avaritias draws a dagger and a short crossbow in each hand. Gula readies his arcane focuses. Iras draws his shortsword from its sheath and a handful of components from a pouch. Desidia stares on, enamored by the dogs.

The thug from the back of the donkey mutters something just loud enough for the tieflings to hear.

THUG #1
“The wolf stalks its prey.”

The dogs step out into the open field around the tavern and begin to approach, shoulders hunched, prepared to pounce. Just beyond them in the trees step out some cloaked and masked bandits.

Superbia and Libidine burst out the front door of the tavern, regrouping with their party.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Gula, battle report!”

WIZARD, GULA
“Five dogs, three archers, and four melee combatants. Eleven in total. Outnumbered but well within means.”

Superbia wields a shield and warpick combo. Libidine equips her new lute.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Invidia, to the front with me. Iras, Desidia, to the sides. Take care of the dogs. Gula, provide magical cover from range. Avaritias, disengage from combat long enough to sneak around and deal with the archers. We’ll draw their attention. Libidine, support us where you can and, if you would be so kind, provide us with a battle tune.”

BARD, LIBIDINE
“With pleasure.”

THE SIN LORDS (In unison)
“GIVE ‘EM HELL!”

Libidine strums an upbeat rhythm, humming under her breath. Superbia and Invidia feel a cold rush through their blood as they bare their arms. The three archers in the back notch arrows and take aim, waiting for a window to loose. Two of the five dogs continue to circle about the edges of the field, waiting to strike. The four melee bandits, consisting of two short swords, a two-handed mauler, and a sword and shield, charge the Devils front liners, leading with the three other dogs.

The bandit mauler makes a heavy over-head strike on Superbia, who catches it with his shield. Invidia is charged by a combo of shield bandit and two dogs. Ducking a horizontal swing from the shield bandit, in one smooth motion, she steps into an upward swing bringing the star-end of her flail into the underside of a dog’s chin, sending it flying. With the other flail, Invidia brings down the star upon the snapping head of the other dog, driving it into the ground.

In the same moment, the two short sword bandits head between their allies. One joins the mauler fighting Superbia and is able to score a shallow cut in the paladin’s open flank. The other short sword bandit charges for the party's wizard. Driving a sharp tip towards Gula, he’s able to swipe aside the stroke with the long end of his staff.

WIZARD, GULA
“A little help!”

Iras turns to aim a spell at the bandit within their ranks when one of the two dogs about the edges jumps and catches him by the arm. Unable to cast, Iras spins his sword, slamming the blade into the dog's ribs who releases him with a whimper. The second dog on the wing makes a run for Desidia. He shuts his eyes in fear of harming an animal. Driven by self preservation, Desidia cracks the remainder of his salt rock in one hand, shattering it into smaller chunks. With the other hand, he prays for forgiveness and chucks a magical imbued shard of salt rock towards his attacker. The salt pierces the dog’s hide but does little to divert its momentum, slamming into Desidia with a chomp.

DRUID, DESIDIA (Crying)
“BAD DOG! BAD DOG! I AM NOT FOR EATING!”

The archers loose the arrows. One aims for Invidia, piercing her in the thigh. She looks down at the arrow and, without flinching, yanks it from her leg. Another archer aims for Iras, who’s just able to duck it in time, missing him by the hairs upon his head. The third archer launches an arrow towards the bard. Libidine spins about her heels, dodging the arrow without interrupting her melody.

From the beginning, Avaritias was able to hide within the enemies blind spots, using the bodies of all the fighters to obstruct the archer’s view of him. He’s able to sneak behind a nearby hay stack. Listening carefully, he waits for the archers to shoot before swinging around the corner and taking aim for the furthest archer. With a steady exhale, he lines his sights to the archer's head, and pulls the trigger. The crossbow’s string snap with energy, flushing a bolt into the archer’s neck. The bandit drops his bow and grasps his throat, choking on his own blood.

The other two archers watch their friend in horror before notching another arrow and aiming towards the hay shack. Avaritias dashes towards them in a low crouch, throwing his dagger at the closest archer lodging it in his shoulder. The archer howls in pain, firing his arrow into the ground before grabbing his shoulder with his drawing hand. Avaritias tackles him, driving a shoulder into his sternum and covering himself with the bandits body. The second archer leads his shot on Avaritias, letting an arrow loose and shooting his ally in the back who cries in pain for a second time.

Superbia shoves the bandit mauler off his shield before making a swing with the blunt end of his warpick on the sword bandit that cut him. The bandit braces an arm and blocks the strike with the flat side of his sword. Unable to endure the full force of the attack, he is sent back a few paces. The bandit mauler swings low, catching Superbia behind one knee, bringing him to a kneel. Superbia, with a fiery rage, looks up at mauler.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“You dare look down upon me, Superbia, Sin Lord of Pride? You shall Rebuke for your insolence!”

The mauler swings his hammer behind his head, preparing to bring it down upon the paladin again. Just before the apex of his swing, he pauses. Sweat begins to pool on his face. A burning sensation swells within his throat. As if every cell in his body were screaming in agony the mauler bursts into a hellish inferno. He drops his weapon and runs around helplessly in a feign attempt to extinguish the flames. Before Superbia could get up, the third dog jumps on him. He’s able to catch the dog with his shield, fending off the snarling beast dripping saliva on his face.

Iras shakes blood and slobber from his arm before spotting Desidia on the ground, wrestling with one of the dogs. Desidia has both hands on the dog’s mouth keeping it at bay for the moment. Iras shoots an Eldritch Blast at the dog, catching it in the shoulder in forcing it off of Desidia.

DRUID, DESIDIA (Sobbing)
“Thank you, Iras.”

From all fours, Desidia picks up a salt rock and chucks it towards Iras. It pauses mid flight, shakes with magical energy, and zips towards the dog Iras had just thrown off. The dog had made an attempt to snap at Iras’ calves before the rock smashes into the side of its head, leaving it twitching on its side.

The sword bandit engaged with Gula makes a wide arcing swipe at him. Gula makes a swift back step, dodging it. Libidine continues to strum her lute, adding to her song a line about the bandit.

BARD, LIBIDINE
“A worthless bandit, a hopeless strike. Such a man couldn’t please his wife.”

Flushed red in anger and embarrassment, the bandit brings his sword back and steps in to make another attack. Gula, a few paces away, prepares a spell.

WIZARD, GULA
“Acid Splash!”

He spawns an acidic bubble from his palm that floats towards the bandit, splashing directly in his face. Instantly, the bandit’s skin begins to welt and burn. He throws an arm up to wipe his face with the inside of his elbow, inadvertently stumbling past the wizard.

The sword bandit fighting Superbia watches the dog pin him to the ground and diverts his attention to Invidia and his shield bandit. The shield bandit watches Invidia pull the arrow from her leg. Within the small window she was distracted; he charges with a shield, bashing her in the side and opening her guard. The sword bandit springs in and swipes across her exposed torso. Gritting her teeth, Invidia slams her elbow against the back of the sword bandit's neck before he’s able to escape her reach, knocking him out cold.

Avaritias throws aside the crying archer and dashes for the last one. He draws two daggers from his belt and throws one at the archer. The archer watches as the knife flies past his head and laughs at the tiefling. By the time he turns around to take aim at Avaritias, he finds the tiefling within melee range. The bandit draws his short sword in time to parry a stab from the rogue, dropping his bow in the process.

Superbia is able to kick the dog off him and pull himself to his feet, wiping the spit from his face. The dog attempts to jump on Superbia again but catches another boot, tossing it aside. Superbia follows up his punt by repeatedly stomping the dog's head in in unadulterated rage.

The melting sword bandit, after wiping the acid from his eyes, finds himself the target of three spell casters. Desidia throws his last magic imbued salt rock, Iras fires another crackling ball of energy, and Gula launches a bolt of fire. In a trifecta of magic, force, and fire, the bandit takes two steps before collapsing on his side.

Invidia spins her flails around herself, walking down the bandit who raises his shield in defense. She brings down swing after swing in a deadly bombardment. The shield bandit backs away slowly, guard weakening after each strike. Invidia swings one star from under the bandits shield, breaking his guard. In his exposed posture, the bandit brings up his sword arm, bracing for another strike. Invidia smiles, steps into a kick, cleaving the bandits groin with a solid shin. Breath jumps from his lungs, a tear rolls down his cheek, frozen in shock he falls forwards and lands on his face.

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“Critical hit!”

Avaritias and the archer aim the points of their blades at each other, circling one another in a stand-off. Avaritias grabs his crossbow and loads another bolt before the archer lunges at him, deftly side stepping the attack. Avaritias steps forward into a faint, drawing the archer into a parry. The bandit brings his blade back in retaliation, but before he could strike, Avaritias throws his crossbow under the archer's chin and fires his bolt into the soft flesh between his jaw. The bolt jolts through his mouth. The bandit drops to his knees, clawing at his mouth in terror.

Libidine strums her final chords and looks out across the battlefield. Every combatant accounted for and eliminated. With a heavy sigh, she bows and safely secures her lute.

The thug from the back of the donkey watched on as his allies got decimated. As the tieflings catch breaths from the fight he finds an opportunity to jump from his stead and make a run for it.

FIGHTER, INVIDIA
“We got a runner!”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“He won’t get far. Not without his pancreas.”

Avaritias loads another bolt and aims his crossbow, leveling it to the fleeing thugs' back.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Stop! Leave him. He’s retreating back to his base camp. We will allow him a head start and follow after him. For now, we rest a short while and regain our strength for whatever lies ahead. ”

Avaritias lowers his aim and, without hesitation, begins to rifle through the pockets of the victims and help himself to their loot.

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“This must have been an advance party. If they knew we’d be back they'll know for sure that we’re coming now. Expect heavy resistance.”

BARD, LIBIDINE
“Always one step ahead, aren’t ya’ Supe’?”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Diligence is a virtue we can seldom abstain from.”

WARLOCK, IRAS
“Blegh. How long have you been waiting to say that?”

WIZARD, GULA
“Quite a mouthful.”

PALADIN, SUPERBIA
“Save the smart remarks for the road ahead. Our journey is long and only beginning.”

The Sin Lords, in their moment of respite, look out on the day and wonder just what that journey has in store, and what dangers lie ahead of them.